STILL PRETTY WHEN I CRY

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Second row and lowest shelf. Here I am on full display.

You can look and you can go. Or take home and then we'll play.

Give me names, a name, whatever. Will do well for my own lore.

Choose your brush then choose your color.

It won't take away my own.

And if it's needed, I'll look in. I'll scratch until I see my skin.

So see it ripping, I don't mind. I do it, baby, all the time.

And if it's needed, one quick fix. I'll wash it off with all my tears.

I'll stitch myself up with a smile. I just look pretty when I cry.

I am made of sweet and sour.

I feel funny on the tongue. A little tickle, hard to swallow.

But so easy to spit out.

All your weight, your hair, your bruises. Show it all but not too much.

One more soul to rip apart. One more body to be touched. And if it's needed,

I'll look in. I'll scratch until I see my skin.

So see it ripping, I don't mind. I do it, baby, all the time.

And if it's needed, one quick fix. I'll wash it off with all my tears. I'll stitch myself up with a smile.

I just look pretty when I cry.

Still pretty, still, still pretty.

Still standing, dancing, fading. Still pretty, still, still, pretty.

You look but you don't see me. Still pretty, still, still, pretty.

Still pretty, still, still, pretty. Still pretty, still, still, pretty.

Still pretty, still, still, pretty.

And if it's needed, I'll bounce back. Hearts break but souls, they stay intact.

So throw your stones now, count to three. I'll just stay pretty. I'll stay me.